A LARK:

Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high,

Are you never weary?

When you reach the empty sky,

Are the clouds not dreary?

Do n't you sometimes long to be

A silent gold-fish in the sea?

Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep,

Are you never sad, say?

When you feel the cold waves creep

Are you really glad, say?

Do n't you sometimes long to sing

And be a lark-bird on the wing?